by Nick Bagnall |
She was wonderful and powerful
My object of desire
Her smooth clean face so beautiful
The apple of my eye
My love she had an accident
She fell from up on high
I found her broken body there
'Twas lying on the ground
Now all I have's her memory
The songs we used to share
Oh how I miss that ipod
My heart it megahertz
by Hannington Mumo |
To uphold clean ethics you may strive,
But which unfeeling fool does not know
That stolen honey out-tastes that of your hive,
And that the grass is always greener over the fence?
Silver and golden rings do strongly bind
And vows of chastity nail heart to heart,
But the pulsations of newfound love
Rock and rewind things back to the start.
So return that honey-coated flirt with a flirt
And let the tides of destiny take their course;
Nothing ever happens by accident or some luck,
For it’s the hands of providence that gather and toss.
Feel the warmth of newfound love invade your heart
And, babe, return that sweet flirt with a sweeter flirt.
by Maryam Jameela Haniff |
Little did I know
that so early
you'll leave and go
A friend like you
is so hard to find
yet you left so quickly
leaving me behind
It was not your choice
but God's own will
he took your soul
and made you still
To heaven he called you
indeed a better place
there he'll keep you
with love and grace
From this world you are gone
yet still, in my heart
you will live on,
Dedicated to my 11 year old friend Shaniece who died on Tuesday in a car accident. You
will always be there in my heart.....*Love Maryam
by Stephen Pennell |
conflict, grief, hate,
Don’t judge me by the colour of my skin or the name of my god .
They don’t not define me, or give you rights to say if I live or die.
They are set in stone an accident of birth.
One of gods little gifts to human kind.
Patriotism and religion, cause so many to die
For the sake of a flag or a deity of old.
Heart ache and tears is all you create
And more of the same when nations retaliate.
Let go of your bias free your heart of the hate
Bombing children at concerts , oh what a waste
You should have Grown some compassion, some love of mankind.
Leave the hate behind.
by Michael Donnelly |
Once, I found a piece of paper
in a parking lot
in the snow,
as if just dropped there
It was a note
addressed, “My love,”
and nothing more.
Either it was
the shortest love letter
the author could only
what they felt.
I understand that
love is not about
but more about
like impassioned eyes
glancing across a room
at the object of their affection
or, a touch so tender
that it electrifies all of your senses,
becoming a part of you,
melting into your soul.
I only hoped that
whoever wrote it
would be able to experience
what I knew to be-
by Karl Marszalowicz |
Between the ears of the greatest minds
Limits and laws do not exist
Building roads and wrinkles to beyond
Such brains are ripe with fascination
Where physical boundaries do not factor
Journeymen and women discover frontiers within themselves
Forming the legendary, from the amorphous
They are contemplative, they are reminiscent
Tireless and motivated I am just a rubbernecker
Watching treasures without obstacles, by accident
Eventually I choose to give them their space
Smiling back at them, they are our children
by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
destiny, history, metaphor,
Collapsed so they say long ago
due to Cleopatra’s long nose
that pierced a General’s heart
got him stuck there in love
till the army was demolished
what terrible accident in history!
Every man, every women
big, small, learned or never
empires, kingdoms, nations
a Cleopatra with long nose
will appear from no where
to intercept and bury surely
things that matter in life
Crumbling effects she brings
the way of life in this world
a mystery it is, doubt you may
but we all live in the world
we know not its laws of work
finger-crossed and dumbness
are the ways but not the habit
by Julien Ringuede |
identity, introspection, love, philosophy, religious, wisdom,
What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge. But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.
by Laura Spears |
When we touch, it's there
Metal and live wire.
Sparks fly from your eyes to mine.
A touch, by accident or deliberate.
I shiver as my blood runs hot.
Electricity is there, we both know.
We must be careful though
Before we ignite a fire
Which consumes us both.
April 20, 1985
by Robin Lane |
Don't be a deadbeat
Beat poet actor man --
because I need you to
SUCK IT UP
understand? what I'm trying to say?
Kerouac and Ginsberg
loved and fled and
hated domesticity, but somehow
relegated their women to it
and liked their domestic money
to buy pretty domestic drugs
SHOT his wife
(albeat on accident --
deadBEAT tell me the sym-bo-lism
Grow up and love ME
like you were meant to --
do. your. own. laundry.
by Delice Arleen Skelly |
heartbreak, lost love,
Heartache is cruel the pain so grievous
Yet, perhaps with patience, I will prevail
We talk his coolness very obvious
My tormented wishes I cannot reveal.
Adrift on a sea with waves of tension
Alone suffering unrequited love
Nothing but nothing there's no connection
Powerless before my best beloved.
Lady chapel sweet with exquisite blooms
All is auspicious this was meant to be
My beautiful sister stands with her groom
Suffering in silence this I did not see.
Healing will come with the passing of years
Time that was wasted with too many tears.
True to form in terms of structure and syllable count. No iambic Pentameter unless by accident.
by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
lost love, love hurts,
Aurora and Avalanche
of words that tore my heart,
Flooded my eyes
and ripped my soul apart,
An accident that took him far,
left incurable wounds and deep scars,
Streamers of light
flashed before my eyes,
Thoughtless and speechless,
losing myself into dark sky,
Aurora of the dawn since then
has never been and seen me bright !
Written March 6th, 2015
For contest by Anthony Slausen
by Cynthia Buhain-Baello |
E ach new day is a rare chance at LifE
N ot merely an accident, lightly takeN.
C onsidering death is our cul de saC
O ur obvious Fate, that may be sO.
U se each moment to bless all round yoU
R emember on earth, you won't stay foreveR.
A lways bring Kindness as a sort of mannA
G race your words with love as a blessinG.
E very moment holds an opportunity therE
M any are hurting and with words you can touch theM.
E ven across the miles, Goodness knows no fencE,
N ow is the time for Man's care to be giveN.
T ruly as the night comes, you will sleep in contentmenT.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
July 25, 2012
by Tom Wright |
Ours is not a friendship sired by accident.
and though the misplaced days
I enumerated as grains of sand,
Apart, we both were as sonar blips without detection,
But then from a heart's depth,
A letter, a call, an e-mail, a visit;
we were no longer as candles, detached, in low flame,
Time and circumstance had been abridged.
Our friendship, once again, has become a game
having no rules and without rhyme or reason;
Because a time of absent desire had turned to willingness,
A misplaced friendship was granted new life;
and because one besought,
Through God's Grace the love that exists between two families
We Love you S & R
by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Just what lengths would you go through
To protect those that need you
Love trumps all reason
In every season
Would you adopt the same view
TV show: Your Honor
The storyline is about a judge whose teenage son hits and kills another teenage from a crime family , he panics leaves the scene of accident. Judge knows if he turns his son in they will kill him.
April 23rd, 2022
For Joseph May's On a Lim contest.
by Reason A. Poteet |
beauty, depression, life, mystery, pain, spiritual, love,
Amazing love begs perception,
wide the fields' uncertainty,
deep the valleys of depression,
Why me, Lord, why tragedy?
When difficulties we embrace,
is accident on purpose?
Seeds produced by misfortune's grace
lie just below the surface.
Roots of hope with blooms that rally
smother buds of pain and doubt.
These are lilies of the valley
turning breakdowns wrong side out.
Trust becomes our rose of Sharon
that is stayed by sacred sheath.
Watch the maze of weeds turn barren
as raring love springs thru the heath.
by Mary Jane Randall |
blue, confidence, confusion, courage, dark, deep, funny love,
don't look for the flaws
as you go through life
even when you find them by accident
it is wise & kind to be somewhat blind
and look for the virtue behind them
life is to short to waste
slow down if your moving to fast
time is once
carefully choose and decide well
but then again I aint wise or kind
But I am blind
Blind to see all that
yet I know
but blind to take my own advice.........
by Anisha Dutta |
The peerless princess
in her charismatic charm
owning pristine heart
was tied in Royal chain.
Got suffocated, throttled.
for freedom in open air.
A passionate prince
came in glamour of amour.
Held hand to venture new life.
exchanged wedding ring in glee
to flee on joy ride.
but murdered in the tunnel
though declared as accident.
'All Yours (June 8 ) Contest by Brian Strand
by Ojobo Emmanuel |
I KISSED THE NUN
She was so innocent and nimble
Her smile light out in her dimple
So clear a face that there is no pimple
At first sight I fell in love so simple
A nun she is and I know
Around her this character show
My nun-love was with life’s narrow
For her breath is getting away a flow
She was gasping O! Heart pure
What an accident I can help-sure
I told myself she will be heal and cured
But first aid made me kiss her
The nun needs mouth to mouth
I had no choice it was a dream come true
I did more than first aid and we had a truce
All saw, I know but I kissed the nun
by Roanne Q |
lost love, love, nostalgia,
This is not an accident. I used to call him
a lazy criminal. Scooping hearts and spilling blood,
leaving footprints, fingerprints. Stains.
Eyes folding over -- the blindman or the beggar?
Lips that blossomed into blueprints.
Hands that rhymed with dreams, instead.
The weeknights, dark and warm
in a season of curled paper.
No speaking -- guilt only follows
past the second trip through the door.
And then the mornings.
More sun in him than the greenhouse
where we watched dragonfly wings.
A pattern about him
like dragonfly wings.
In those days we knew
what it meant to point
We knew how to need someone
by Donald Meikle |
This moon pulled sea I breathe in
This place between the two
A moving bounce of echoes
That cools a raging rolling fire
Impressively in orbit's throes
Of seasons to admire
To realize the insignificance
Of life in all it's forms
A moon created accident
That caused electric storms
A planet burst to cause a pause
So mathematically pure
A song was born in finite years
To sound the music of the spheres
And on this consequential note
Of myriad happenstance
I met my love and on this boat
We float in sweet romance
by Mv Venkataraman |
angel, beauty, faith, life, marriage,
Loving is not that tough
Reciprocation also is nice
But, after that only matters
Both must eternally love
Just fighting and separating
Or having misunderstandings
Going for lousy divorce in life
Let these things be shunned
Love the other in full swing
Show care beyond thinking
Express love truly, minutely
This kind-bond is imminent
The other may get disease
Or lose beauty in accident
Or may get deep depression
The partner must still love
Love must be ever respected
It must burn like the fine Sun
All differences of opinions
Must be burnt into ashes
by Amity Rodney |
friendship, happiness, lost love, friendship, friendship, love, me,
Secretly I smile,
Cause in my heart I know,
That everyday that passes by,
Our Friendship grows and grows,
And even though I lust for you,
This feeling is so fleeting,
Cause friends is what I should have looked for,
at very first our meeting,
Cause if I died today,
In some tragic accident,
I wouldn't want a love affair,
To be all our friendship meant,
Cause if you miss me as a lover,
You can always find another,
But if you miss me as a friend,
That will last until the end,
I'll always love you Sara, this much I can't deny,
But I'll love you as a friend, a friendship never dies!
by Brittany Rivet |
death, devotion, friendship, loss, school, sympathy
Rememberance ain't easy but its tearing us down
The weaknessess inside of us is scattering all around
I never would have thought you would be gone so fast
but it must have been your time when we heard you had past
we want to make things easy for us to follow through
the fact that things don't follow right without you
walking through the hallways eyes filled with grief
But now your in heaven my feelings are relived...
This is a poem for Alexander Eduardo Caballero... Tragically killed in a vehicle accident on
September 4,2009... he will be missed but never forgotten we love you alex...
by Michaela Dowdy |
One night you got bored.
Opened your phone and saw my name.
Sent me a text thinking i wouldnt reply.
To your surprise i did.
You meant for it to be a one time thing because you didnt know me very well.
But accident we became friends, then i began to fall in love.
You said it first, i didnt untill i meant it.
Now i regret it.
Because i get it now Justin,
you never wanted it to go any further then a text.
You lead me on and i'm so confused.
Evertime you tell me you love me, i fall back inlove.
But its okay because i get it now,
I'm only here for when you're bored.
But something you'll never even understand is that..
I loved you from the start.